Chapter 352: Let people watch in front of others! (4K)

"I feel like this scene happened."

Natsume Naoki said this as he looked at the elegant girl standing at the door and held up the hem of her skirt to salute.

When Amamiya Chizuru heard this, she was slightly startled and asked, "Isn't this something you have experienced before? Why do you use the phrase "as if it happened"?

Izumi Mio also echoed: "I thought Naoki-kun really looked for... a door-to-door service!"

"How could I be looking for bell peppers!" Natsume Naoki laughed dumbly: "I don't know her at all, okay? And don't just listen to one-sided words, she is not a bell pepper at all."

The conversation over there is still going on.

"It's a maid. I'm the personal maid your mother found for you to take care of your daily life." The girl introduced herself to Natsume Naoki: "My name is Asai Mao."

"Ms. Asai, please wait a moment. I'll call and ask my mother." On the other side, Natsume Naoki, who was very wary behind the door, shrank back.

After about ten minutes, the door opened again, and Natsume Naoki, who was very weak while holding on to the wall, welcomed Asai Mao in.

"What happened after that?" Amamiya Chizuru was curious.

Natsume Naoki spread his hands: "I've already said, I don't remember this happening... Maybe it happened, but my memory was very poor before, maybe it was door-to-door sales or something like that! You think,

Using beautiful girls as inducements is a great door-to-door sales promotion, isn't it?"

Amamiya Chizuru squinted her eyes: "It seems like someone has been fooled."

Natsume Naoki coughed lightly and defended herself: "Maybe I just saw her as too pitiful, so I just listened to her selling products... It's like Porchi-chan coming to sell snacks door-to-door."

But what happened next in the dream was obviously beyond his explanation——

The surrounding environment changed again. This time, several people came to Natsume Naoki's home and witnessed with their own eyes the master and the maid getting along day and night in the following days.

The more I looked at the expressions of a few people, the more strange they felt, especially the girls. Seeing the boy they liked and a strange girl go from being unfamiliar with each other to becoming familiar with each other, it was not a good feeling.

"You really can't find fault with the maid at all." Even the young rich woman with a very high vision and a proud heart could not help but praise Asai Mao's daily work.

Whether it is etiquette or housework, she is not inferior to her family's maid team at all, and even surpasses the head maid in some aspects.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable she felt.

"What on earth does that stinky old man want us to see?" She said angrily after seeing Natsume Naoki and Asai Mao having a bathroom misunderstanding: "These are things that never happened, right? I don't understand at all.

Remember you have a maid at home...so what does he mean by showing us imaginary things?"

"What an interesting contract content." Izumi Mio's attention was on the maid manual that Asai Mao usually took out: "What is written in it is completely beneficial to Party A, and it seems to have strong personal feelings...

Is such a contract really legally binding?"

"Why is this your focus?" Amamiya Chizuru was very puzzled. Her little face was full of doubts and hatred: "This guy, this fictional guy and this dog senior get along day and night, and you

How could you hold it back? It’s like you didn’t see it!”

"You also said it was fictitious." Izumi Mio smiled easily: "Since it is fake, then out of sight is out of mind."

While they were arguing, the school doctor's expression on the other side became more and more solemn, and Natsume Naoki himself also looked uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey, say something!" Chizuru Amamiya on the other side saw that the quarrel couldn't be resolved, so she started jumping up and down: "Senpai Gou, Ren Dou! The two of us in front of you are still friends after all! What's more, you

And...you scumbag, we are discussing your affairs, why do you look so serious like you've seen a ghost?"

Izumi Mio also noticed something strange and looked at Nanami Ye: "School doctor, what's wrong with you?"

"She just called herself Asai Mao." Natsume Naoki's expression became solemn: "My childhood sweetheart also had this name."

"ha?"

Amamiya Chizuru crossed her arms across her chest and looked at Nanami Ye again: "Is she the school doctor's niece?"

Qihaiye took a deep breath and rubbed her temples: "I know this is fake, but it looks so similar... When I first saw her, I felt that she looked familiar. It was only after I heard her name that I realized that she

She is almost 70% similar to my dead sister, and I can also see the shadow of my childhood between her eyebrows."

"So, this further proves that everything is false." Chizuru Amamiya was very sure: "I have no intention of offending the school doctor, and I don't want to hurt you at all."

She looked at Natsume Naoki: "But you also said at the fireworks display that your childhood sweetheart... is no longer alive."

After a pause, she continued: "I have also seen this name on the stone tablet, Asai Mao. So this is just a dream, maybe just your imagination. What kind of life will you lead if she is still alive? Is that

Don’t pay too much attention to the tricks performed by the smelly old man.”

The little rich woman who was jealous just now because the boy she liked spent time with other girls turned around and started to comfort him after hearing that the girl was his imaginary childhood sweetheart who died young.

After all, in the world of the little rich woman, apart from her own unique genius, the only person she cares about is Natsume Naoki, a silly senior.

And when necessary, she would make concessions to him... Who made him suffer so much before meeting her?

If she has money, in this world, if she has money, she will have many things and happiness, so she will feel sorry for him who is unfortunate, and will support him in many things.

Just think of it as compensation for appearing so late in his life!

If he had kept practicing for the past ten years, how could he have suffered so much just because he was the daughter of the richest man?

If it hadn't been for today's dream, she wouldn't have known that Naoki Natsume had been so miserable in the past, and that she would be yelled at by angry drivers while walking on the road... Thinking about it now makes her feel angry, it's simply worse than her own.

Even after being scolded, I still feel angry and aggrieved.

"Is this Mao who I imagined?"

He thought as he looked at the girl who looked at him with a cold face from time to time and looked at him like she was looking at trash.

"Because of my childhood regrets, I imagined that a childhood maid would come to my door when I was at the lowest point in my life to help me out of trouble?"

The scene changes very quickly, but it is not like watching it at double speed. Instead, the details of the two people getting along for maybe only one or two minutes in a day will be fully presented, and then the next second, it may be the next day or longer.

Later.

In this way, in the brief silence of several people, a month passed.

It seemed that it was raining outside in the evening, and the two people came back from outside in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Take off your wet clothes and take a shower, otherwise you will catch a cold." Asai Mao urged Natsume Naoki to take a shower quickly.

"How about you take a shower first." He said, "With my physique, I'm bound to catch a cold if I get caught in the rain. I'm used to it. But if you don't take a quick shower, you might catch a cold."

"No." She said sternly: "It is written in the contract that it is my responsibility to take care of your daily life. At the same time, I try to avoid making you sick, which is also reducing my work... and not adding meaningless work to me.

It’s very troublesome to take care of patients.”

"Okay, for a moment I didn't know whether you were worried about me or simply afraid of trouble."

"What are you doubting? If it weren't for work, we wouldn't have met at all."

Watching the two people bickering at the door of the bathroom, seeing Asai Mao's wet hair not having time to wipe it, she quickly pulled a towel and threw it on his head and then went into the bathroom to put hot water for him. Natsume Naoki was across the room.

Lao Yuan smiled slightly and whispered softly.

"This liar is not honest at all. He is obviously worried about me, but he still says something so inhumane."

I don't know why, but when he looks at these daily scenes, he can accurately distinguish which words are arrogant and which are really annoying.

It was as if I had really lived with this fantasy named Asai Mao for a long time.

Life is the rainbow written by those who love it, and emotions are the dewdrops in the hearts of participants.

Now the dewdrops slid quietly across his heart, making him feel as if something in his heart was about to break through the seal.

Itchy and warm.

How great would it be if such daily life were real?

In the fantasy world, she had already gone in to take a shower, leaving Asai Mao sitting in the living room wiping her hair.

After a simple wipe, Asai Mao entered the kitchen and began to cook a very luxurious Western meal.

Looking at the stew and mashed potatoes, Natsume Naoki was suddenly stunned and said softly: "I remember that day, I ate both the stew and potatoes... and there seemed to be a cake."

"Isn't this what you imagined?" Amamiya Chizuru frowned slightly.

Mio Izumi also asked: "Can Naoki-kun cook?"

"Won't."

"That……"

"I don't know either. It's both real and illusory... I can't tell which one is real."

He shook his head. He could no longer make a conclusion about everything in front of him.

This unreal girl becomes more and more real.

"I remember it was my birthday today." He said, "But today is not my birthday."

In the dream, she finished the shower quickly, perhaps so that she could take a shower earlier.

But Asai Mao, who was cooking, couldn't spare any time, so he delayed going, and nothing happened.

The hot water in the bathroom just went cold in vain.

The two of them were sitting in the living room, and there was a lot of food on the table. Natsume Naoki was a little worried: "Will there be too much to eat?"

"Are you doubting the accuracy of my cooking?" Asai Mao replied calmly: "In the past month of our relationship, I have become very clear about how much I cook is enough to eat, and how much I cook will not be enough."

"I think I still can't eat it."
To be continued...